There may be no way to prove that the helmet saved my skull/brain in my crash...but it most definitely kept me from breaking my nose (and my glasses made it without a scratch). The asphalt bridged between my chin and the forehead of the helmet...no helmet would have left me with my nose slamming into the ground.

And making the claim that if we should wear helmets on bikes, we should also wear them when walking down the street is ridiculous...walking down the street or climbing stairs is totally different from riding a bike at 20MPH. A crash at high speed has a very high likelihood of landing you directly on your head from a raised height with very little time to react while you have to be doing backflips down the street or something to end up on your head. In fact I would guess that a large amount of pedestrian fall injuries occur when they have so much time to react that they decide to do something stupid like catch the full force of their fat ass on one hand and end up breaking a wrist or dislocating a shoulder.

I have never been this frustrated. First off, the guy in front of me felt the need to argue with the attendant because she was making him fill out one of those little carbon paper slips with the address info of the recipient. In his mind, it made no sense for him to have to do so because he had already written this information on the box itself. He then proceeds to force the girl to call her manager to verify that the slip is necessary, while everyone in line mutters under their breath.

I'm up next, and in an effort to be polite and speed things up, I offer to fill out my slip out beside the cash before paying. That way, people buying stamps and envelopes can pay while I am filling out the paper work. In her infinite wisdom, the cashier begins to process a money order before I finish my paperwork and pay. As a result, I am forced to wait while the guy behind me attempts to send a $6000 money orders to India. It takes the cashier 30 minutes of getting computer errors to realize she needs to ring it up as three separate $2000 money orders (why this is I have no idea). If this were not bad enough, there was an elderly couple in line beside me arguing with each other in rapid, high-volume Italian the entire time. 15 minutes later, the first money order had still not been rung through, and I had to leave because my lunch break was over.